AN: Things are less boring here! And chapters begin to get longer at this point!

The next morning, Sweeney, Nellie, and Johanna were, against Sweeney's hopes, in the same spot they had been the night before.

In the light, Sweeney could see just how badly Nellie and Johanna had been beaten. It made his stomach flip at the sight of Nellie. Had she made it?

"Nellie," he said quietly, as not to disturb the sleeping Johanna, who obviously needed the rest. She wasn't as badly beaten as Nellie was.

Sweeney didn't try to supress his smile as Nellie groaned in reply, squinting her eyes against the light.

"You alright now, love?" Sweeney asked hopefully. Nellie groaned inwardly. She wanted the attention away fromher. She was in a sort of denial. She knew what had happened and didn't wanrt to accept it as the truth. Not what she'd experienced, at least. Ignoring Sweeney's question she asked her own,

"How's Johanna?"

"She's fine," Sweeney answered, a bit confused by Nellie's change in behavior. "Sleeping like a baby," he added. He quickly regretted his use of the word 'baby' when he saw Nellie's eyes well up in tears. "I'm sorry," he apologized. His voice held the regret he felt. "I didn't mean. . ." he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

The memories Nellie had been trying so hard to ignore came back in a rush as the tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered Albert grinding his knee into her stomach. She remembered her panicked thoughts of their baby running through her head when she triedto heep her consciousness; when she'd coughed up blood.

She couldn't handle it. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get rid of the horrible and way too fresh memories that were replaying themselves in her head. She soon drifted off into an uneasy, troubled sleep.

"You killed our baby!" Sweeney yelled, slapping her harshly across the face.

"No! I didn't! I swear! It was him - it was Albert who killed our child! Not me!" Nellie yelled back, frightened, trying to defend herself. What had gotten into him? He hadn't been angry at her in so long.

She felt anger bubbling up inside her for Albert. This anger was soon replaced with agony at Sweeney's next words.

"You let him kill our baby, Nellie. You let him."

"I-" Sweeney cut her off.

"You're the one who left. You're the one who went into that dark alley by yourself and you're the one who confused Albert's acts of trickery for acts of kindness! You're the one who left me. Never forget that."

And then the setting changed. She was no longer in Sweeney's barber shop, but in a cemetery.

The name on the tombstone she was standing in front of shocked her. It was her name. Nellie backed away slowly, gasping in shock. She tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground. She went flying backwards. She landed on the dirt with a thud.

Nellie looked up, surprised to see who had taken her place standing before her grave. It was Sweeney. And he looked. . .sad. Such a striking change from his mood in the previous scene.

He sighed. "Nellie," he said. "you left me one, killed our baby. But I still loved you, for you came back. I'd even forgave you. But now. . .you're gone forever. You're not coming back. How could you do this to me, after all we'd been through? I still love you, Nellie Lovett, but the question is, do you still love me?"

Everything faded to black.

When Nellie awoke, she saw a confused and concerned Sweeney Todd staring down at her. Nellie took him by surprise by unexpectedly throwing her arms aroung him.

"You know I love you and always will, don't you?" Nellie asked hopefully, seriously, trying to prove to herself that her dream meant nothing.

"Of course I know that!" Sweeney cried out, surprised as he hugged Nellie's shaking frame back. "What could make you think differently?"

"Well," Me;;oe squeaked. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Well, in me dream. . .oh, it was so sad! First, you accused me of killing our baby-"

"What?!" Sweeney cut in.

"Hush, love, just let me finish. Anyway, the scene changed to a cemetery, at a grave where I was supposedly buried and you said something about me leaving you. You said something about how you'd always love me, but weren'y sure if those words applied to me. . ." tears slithered down her face. "It was so sad and so real, too! Can I just hold you for a minute?" she asked.

"Some dream," Sweeney commented with feeling as he stroked Nellie's hair. Nellie sniffled as she buried her head in his shoulder.

"Worst part is," she continued, murmuring. "I can't tell if the baby's alive or not," she confessed. She was hoping for the best but she always expected the worst.

"Don't worry about it for now," Sweeney said. "Relax, you're awful tense," he pointed out. He rubbed her shoulders gingerly. The tension slowly eased away, as well as the pain from the dream and the memories for the moment.

Nellie soon found herself relaxing in Sweeney's arms. She soon drifted off into a relaxing, dreamless sleep.

AN: This was better than the last few chappies, wasn't it? Tell me in a review, I'm quite addicted now. :D